Rebirth / Hold On - Deniro Farrar, Child Actor

Lord, forgive me 'cause the way I’m living

They say what goes around comes around

I’m gonna get what’s coming to me

Guess I’ll be strapped up till they lay me down

And I done did too much to say

I never go to church and barely pray

Lately I’ve been going through some things

Hell, what the fuck I’m supposed to say?

'Cause I just had two baby boys

I’m always calling their mama’s out their name

When I get caught in my emotions

Lord, I swear I’m tryna make a change

Ain’t wrote my brother Tune in the month

But I’m always texting with these hoes

Feel bad whenever he call my phone

He had a court and I ain’t even show

And my little brother looking up to me

Lord, I swear I ain’t no role model

My uncle a fucking alcoholic

Can’t even eat unless he got a bottle

I been stressing about that money lately

It got me 'bout to rob a fucking bank

And my mama fuck with bitches now

I could judge her, but I really can’t

'Cause the way I’m living ain’t no better

I said the way I’m living ain’t no better

I just got in beef with what’s his name

So now I’m riding strapped with my Beretta

Laying in my bed, can’t get sleep

Eyes wide open and I’m staring at the ceiling

99 problems but I really got a million

You don’t know my struggle so don’t tell me that you feel it

Spit it from the heart, I know they gonna feel it

I was born real so cowards gonna feel me

Watching my back 'cause I know they wanna kill me

Don’t go nowhere without my semi

Daddy was a killer so the bloodline in me

Heart of a lion even though a nigga skinny

Come to my hood and you gonna see plenty

Matchbox chevy with the hubcap missin'

Niggas on dope walk around all timid

Dope dealer pass through the hood in a Bentley

Never gave back to the hood where I’m from

So the niggas from the block where I’m from gonna get it

Niggas get money and they act like bitches

Niggas get money and they act like bitches

Till they head get bust and they ass need stitches

Blinded by the greed so you better pay attention

Money don’t make you real, my nigga

Better run a valuable motherfucking dollar

'Fore them hungry niggas break you of something proper

City of the Angels where they ride with them choppers

Eat, shit, sleep and even die with the chopper

I ain’t got nowhere to go, my nigga

Got beat down to the floor, my nigga

Hurt so bad and it show, my nigga

They kept saying that I wouldn’t be shit

'Cause I grew up so poor, my nigga

Well I’mma tell y’all like my nigga tell me

While I see it well enough they never grow, my nigga

Laying in my bed, can’t get sleep

Eyes wide open and I’m staring at the ceiling

Never go to church and my momma’s feeling hurt

Praying at night 'cause she know that I’m sinning

Best coming so you know I gotta get it

Money coming fast so you know that’s how I’m spending

I ain’t got credit so the whips on me when I drop out work another day you

rented

Unmarked car keep riding through the hood, with the Feds in the town and they

might be in it

Niggas on tha westside just got bopped with a couple of 'em blocks so they

might be snitching

Calling my phone, wanna talk about business

Ain’t it fucked up because I smell something fishy

Everyone’s fucked, tryna handle my business

Trigger finger itching and my eyeballs twitchin

All this work in the goddamn kitchen

Everytime I cook, a nigga get nauseous

Peepin out my blinds because the chopper feelin cautious

Runnin from the law, got a nigga so exhausted

That’s all I know my nigga, ya’ll hardhead and it shows my nigga

Money be the root of all evil, gotta watch your people sometimes you don’t know

them niggas

But that’s how it goes my nigga, got beat down to the floor my nigga

Hurt so bad and it show, my nigga

They kept saying that I wouldn’t be shit

'Cause I grew up so poor, my nigga

Well I’mma tell y’all like my nigga tell me

While I see it well enough they never grow, my nigga